The Wilson's Double Murder Case V

Twenty years ago, Dr. Martin's Clinic.

Kevin looked at the young redhead; he had known her for almost ten years. And the wisdom her eyes held he'd not seen in many. Even to those around his age. "Honestly?" He asked, knowing full well she wouldn't back down.

"I wouldn't have it any other way," she answered as he expected.

"I don't know." He confessed, leaning back to his chair.

Sam scowled at him; it can't be; he should know. "Not specifically 'what' caused it but from my years of observation and study of your mental health, and undeniable-remarkable growth. Something traumatizing caused it, something so bad--" he started to explain,

"I repressed it." She finished for him, causing him to chuckle under his breath, impressed. She must have been absorbing books after books on psychology. He knew she was the type to go big, never half-assing things.